| What’s up Uncle Keith?
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| You know I miss you
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| Tell Biggie and 2Pac I said what’s up
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| And tell my grandfather I said what’s up
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| Aight, Dad, get that, man
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| Atlanta, Georgia, you was getting the grades
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| Me and Lennox hustle, getting my pay
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| You’re a Morehouse man, far from the stage
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| We hung out at every Wednesday
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| It’s crazy, it seems like just yesterday
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| How quick time pass away
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| I used to watch New Edition and Mojo used to handle it
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| I chopped the buds, bagged it and scrammed with it
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| I had this gift to rhyme hard as shit
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| You wanted to learn cause you couldn’t rhyme for shit
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| Buttermilk bottom in front of Spellman
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| We worked it out with Tony Mitchell, never dissed you
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| You had an issue to tell your fam
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| That you went to school, now you had to switch your plans
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| Try to convince them now you’s a rapping man
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| With the dude Suga Bear from Murderpan
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| At first, it was hard for the judge to swallow
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| But he had no choice but to follow, it’s what it was
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| «Don't ever try to underestimate Guru the Great»
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| Me miss you
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| We miss you
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| We miss you
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| We miss you
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| We miss you
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| We miss you
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| We miss you
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| Back in Boston, we rocked some shows
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| You got better by the days, liked your flows
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| Suga Bear and Keithy E., soon to be stars
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| This was the first edition of the crew, Gang Starr
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| You and me, and my brother Swave D
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| Swore to God, we’re the new Treacherous Three
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| Dropped my brother, flipped the script with Mike D
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| Kept it moving with the Gang Starr street legacy
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| My addiction to hard white got me locked up
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| After the while in the bing, guess what popped up
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| Manifest, nice video, nice dream
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| I seen you rocking it with your new man Preem
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| I wasn’t hating, I was glad at the fact
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| That you was trying to put Boston right on the map
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| And I knew that I’ll soon be free
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| And I hope you had a spot waiting for me, real talk
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| I remember when you embraced me like a brother
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| Came to New York so you could show me another
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| Level of this hip-hop that I dreamed about
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| Biz Markie, Kane, still walked about
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| Toured the world, seen all kinds of nations
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| Formed the crew to hold you down, Gang Starr Foundation
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| Made money cause of you, bought a crib cause of you
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| The whole world know me cause of you
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| And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your last day
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| Saw your pictures withered away
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| I wished that I could’ve save you, but God had to save you
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| No more clowns would enslave you, real talk
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| And every time it rain, I’ma think of you
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| And every time the sun comes out, I’ll think of you
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| Alana’s holding it down for little Gu
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| And my life to you is true, I miss you
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| Real talk my man
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| Lot of people trying to make money off your name and such right now
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| But we gon' continue the legacy
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| Me and DJ Premier
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| And all those around us still
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| You know what I mean
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| It is what it is, man
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| Big Shug
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| Aha
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| And every time it rains, I’m thinking about you
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| And every time the sun comes out, I’ll think about you
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| Everyday and night
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| We miss you
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| We miss you
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| Guru
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| Yes we do
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| Everyday
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| We miss you |